Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. But won't get the girl I'm loving. Won't go down Highway 51 no more.
Well, I know that highway like I know my hand. Yes, I know that highway like I know the back of my hand. Running from up Wisconsin way down to no man's land.
Well, if I should die 'fore my time should come, and if I should die 'fore my time should come, won't you bury my body out on Highway 51?
Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. I said, Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. But won't get the girl I'm loving. Won't go down Highway 51 no more.